A night in the alleys of London (attn: Anyone)

It was quiet in the alleys of London during the night. Well, they were quiet during the day too, but not as quiet as during the night, or as dark. No one really knows for sure why everyone seem to avoid the alleys all together, especially during the evening or night, but no one seems to want to find out either. The only thing they know is that they can be dangerous for people who walk alone, because some people have gone missing in the alleys. They say that if you go along the alleys of London, you might never come back. Never come back alive that is.
No one has used the alleys in a long time, not humans at least, so no one really knows what's in those alleys, and because there is no information about that no one has called any kind of hunter there.

This night was no different from the other ones; no one walked along any of the alleys, not even some dunkards that came from a bar, however there was a quiet sigh to be heard in one of the alleys, and a tall figure was to be seen leaning against a wall. The figure was a tall man with silver hair and amethyst eyes, whixh were looking first to the left side and then to the right, hoping that someone would be stupid or curious enough to come to the alley. The man lifted his scarf to cover most of the lower half of his face, before putting his gloved hands into his tan coat's pockets.

Wrong place, wrong time, the young blonde kept telling himself as he moved swiftly to the nearest alley mouth. Under his hat, he flicked his ears irately, tail twitching under his robe as he grumbled to himself about 'Just how stupid he could get' about 'being in such stupid place for stupid reasons' ...All valid points for the short, blue eyed German, as told by the hint of an accent in his whispered curses. Finally he paused, eyes darting around, unaware of the rather tall man leaning against the wall. Biting his lip, he looked up at the crescent of the moon, before groaning and ducking into the alley way, moving towards the next exit.

Ivan blinked as he smelled something. Something that wasn't human nor a vampire. A wolf. Oh, how great, just what he needed to ruin his day more. He looked around until he found it. A little wolfie, huh? Well, guess that was better than nothing.
So Ivan slowly started closing in, as quietly as he could, and he would hide if the boy would look back.

It appeared as though he were alone, and breathing through his mouth only gave the faintest whiff of garbage. But the faint overlapping of footsteps... Hartwig abruptly halted, turning quickly, eyes narrowing to adjust to the dim light, hoping to catch a glimpse of something. ...Everything needed to have some source of fun, after all.

Ivan was quicker than the other, and hid himself so he wouldn't be seen. He needed to be careful, but not too careful so the other would get away. He held back the urge of just simply jumping on the other and drink his blood. He didn't want to make this messy.

Hartwig scrutinized the area, looking for anything out of place. But, nothing jumped out at him, figuratively and literally, so he only backed up a few more steps before turning and moving a bit quicker. Pulling his hat off, his ears perked up, swiveling a bit to catch sound. He had to be alert here, not conspicuous. If he was spotted, it didn't matter, really. If he was attacked, though... He paused to glance behind him, frowning.